Corruption Of The Soul Poem by Vincent de Paul

They used to shed tears
They were one of the mourners;
But they were movie glycerine tears.
The glory of the body was gone
Left was a casket glittering
Full of bones and the putrefying body.

In their secret conspiracy circles
They met and orchestrated diversions
Blamed the already corrupt bodies
Of all communal miseries;
It was so true...

They promised the masses
Zero tolerance of all vice
Yet they tolerated not.
The politics of the body was,
And is, always corrupt
Yet the body ain’t at all
It’s the deep inner self
The soul of the body that’s corrupt
And nothing gonna be done.